A/N: Hello people of the VG Cats fanfiction category! You may be wondering to yourself, why does this not have a title, why isn't Feral updated yet, and if this isn't Feral, why isn't it Awkward either? Well to answer those questions in order, suspense, writers block, and I haven't even started that yet. Now, this story has been going through my head for a while, and I wanted to see if you guys will enjoy it. Keep in mind, I do have a title for this piece, and the title will come up tomorrow, but it is a teensy bit of a suspense killer, so you may want to read this now.

This is a twist on the old "Stranger" formula. How big of a twist? Read on, fellow VG Cats fanfiction enthusiasts, and find out.


It was a quiet night in Toronto. The snow was gently falling as a hooded figure that held a heavily wrapped object in their arms made their way down the shadows of the hood completely covered their face making their features unrecognizable. The only clue to their identity was the tail sticking out from under the trench coat they were wearing.

Near the end of the road, the figure saw an open air apartment complex. Their pace quickened, their shoes cracking the thin ice that lined the sidewalk. The figure had to get there, nothing would stop it from getting there. A life depended on it after all.

There were many buildings to choose from, making the choice much more dangerous. It was like playing Russian Roulette, the people behind the door either being an empty chamber, or a bullet, waiting to explode and take the figure's life. Steam came out from under the hood, the result of the figure's heavy sigh. Deciding the take the initiative and accept the consequences of the decision, they steeled themselves and made their way to the closest door they saw.

As the figure made their way to the door, they failed to see the ice that had formed in front of it. A simple step and the person slipped, almost completely loosing their balance. Luckily, they slipped forward, landing in kneeling position and still holding on to the object. Another cloud of steam came out, signifying a relieved sigh. Then, still kneeling, the figure raised it's arm and rapped their knuckles on the door sharply.

Leo's POV

Dammit, who could that be? Pausing from my Call of Duty multiplayer session, I walk out of my bedroom and down the over where the front door is, careful not to wake Aeris up. After all, she's not all that pleasant when she wakes up, and I highly doubt that she would want to be rudely awakened in the middle of the night. Lucky for whoever it is at the door that they didn't wake Aeris up, or else they would be in for a rather unpleasant surprise.

When I got to the door, I looked through the peephole to see who was there. I was surprised to see that nobody was there, and also slightly angry as well, thinking that it might be some damn ding-dong ditcher who was trying to keep me from my game. I had turned my back to the door and was halfway to my room when suddenly the knocking started again. Against my better judgment, I went back to the door and opened it. Nobody. Damn you whoever it is doing this, making me come outside in the cold and stop playing my game.

I was about to close the door when I heard a cough from the ground. Slowly, I looked down, a feeling of dread filling me. When I saw what made the noise, I looked back up and took a look around outside to see if there was anyone else around. I then looked back over my shoulder and called, "Aeris, could you come out here please?"

I heard an irritated groan come from her bedroom as she got up. Usually I would smirk at that, but right now all I could focus on was the current situation. I heard a door open and stomping behind me as she walked up next to me, and I could tell that she was pissed. When she stood next to me at the door she said in a agitated tone of voice, "Okay Leo, what is it that's so important that you had to wake me up?"

I couldn't say anything, all I could do was point down. She followed the direction that my finger was pointing, and I could tell that she had become just as surprised and shocked as I was. For on the ground outside our apartment was a person, a cat to be precise. Although, this wasn't just any cat; this was a kitten, who didn't even look to be about a month old.

How's that for a twist in the formula, huh? Now what'll happen? I don't know exactly, but I have a vague idea. Although, now that this is out, I fear that I may be spreading myself too thin. Don't expect an update on anything that's mine for a while. Review Please!